Maybe when they have the chance to talk in person they'll realize there's nothing to be afraid of. Less likely things have happened to him this week. 

We're at the house in Isarn. 

She teleports to the house in Isarn, then, bringing only Wishbone with her.

Wishbone immediately runs off to find the other Naima. He is kind of annoyed that people decided to turn her into a book without so much as giving him a chance to talk to her, when he's been worrying about her all week and only just figured out why she was so distressed, and he's anxious to talk to her now. He doesn't care about looking partial to one of them.

She scoops Wishbone up and hugs him. She would really, really like to prepare her spells, but she doesn't want to leave prematurely leave if Elie and the copy are set on talking first. She's supposed to be trying to be civil and cooperative.

This mostly results in her staring awkwardly at her copy.

...is she supposed to be saying something? She's not the one who wanted to have a meeting right away -

"Uh, would you like to prepare your spells first, or - is there something more pressing," she asks, ending up mostly speaking to Elie, since Elie is in fact the one who wanted to have a meeting right away.

Oh no they expect him to mediate. 

"Whatever would make you most comfortable." Comfortable enough to be having this conversation, Please. 

"...I'll prepare spells then, thank you." She sort of feels like she should apologize for the delay, but she really wants to have them as soon as possible. She heads into the next room, carrying Wishbone with her.

"Of course."

I suppose it's obviously the thing she'd want first, if she hasn't had them for a week.

I hope she feels better able to speak to you with her spells ready. I know I should feel perfectly naked without mine. 

Yes. Not just without them, but alone and without them, in a strange place. She'll feel better soon.

Naima does not feel better.

She tries preparing her most powerful spells, and can't. She tries preparing lower ones, and can't. She can prepare spells at fifth circle, and no higher. 

She gives herself a teleport, and a plane shift, and halfheartedly prepares the rest, though she can't imagine what she'll use them for today.

"You must not have grown, when you were asleep."

"I must not have. It's - not surprising, when you put it that way."

"No. But you grew once. There's nothing to stop you from doing it again, is there?"

"No." Other than having already completed all of the most difficult things she's ever wanted to do, and being wildly out of step with all of the friends she grew alongside the first time.

She returns to the other room, twisting her hands uncomfortably. "Thank you, I'm sorry for the inconvenience. I have spells, but I - do not actually have - I believe I'm fifth circle."