What she is less comfortable with is still being a fox.

It was kind of nice at first, being a fox in his tower, because it was rather like a forced break. She couldn't do anything of real substance, so there was no pressure to do anything at all. Instead she could goof off and follow whatever whims took her. Which was nice! It's not a thing she's had for literal years, probably since she was a child. Being free to do whatever she wanted was novel, even if she lacked opposable thumbs during this freedom. Now, though... well, she wants her opposable thumbs back. She wants to be able to hold a proper conversation without painstakingly pointing to each and every letter that, despite how good she's gotten at pointing quickly, still feels like it takes forever. She wants to be able to look for and retrieve books without either requesting assistance or having an absurd fox adventure in order to safely retrieve them from the shelf without damaging the books themselves. She wants to read without having to carefully use her lower jaw to turn pages, because her nose is cold and wet (and therefore damaging to books) and her paws are, well, fox paws. She wants to garden, wants to learn ritual magic so she can make a billion healing artifacts, wants to get home before someone decides her cottage is going spare and dumps or sells all of her stuff.

Quite frankly, she's more than a little sick of this. Capable of distracting herself, sure, but quietly unhappy and dissatisfied and admittedly a little bit lonely, because there's only one person she can interact with and he's busy. But bothering him wouldn't fix her fundamental problem, it'd just draw this out longer, and she'd really rather not. So instead, she kills time. She works on her silly little town made of twigs and stones and other stolen items. She runs around outside and sniffs things, from creatures to herbs to interesting rocks. She jumps on the bed, she flounces around the tower because moving around is kind of mechanically fun. The adorable wizard gets fox snuggles and gentle reminders to eat and sleep. She gets scritches and books and ignores the growing urge to go outside and scream as loud as she can because this is such a stupid thing to have done with magic what an absolute waste of everyone's time and energy and it's not fair.

But none of it has ever been fair, and throwing a temper tantrum about it won't help anything, so. She keeps distracting herself, and tries very hard to be patient and supportive. Eventually, she will get to stop being a fox. What an exciting time that will be.