[All these people talking about sentient worlds, magical hijinks and staying for years aren't exactly assuaging her fears. If he doesn't announce his arrival he might see her clutching her closed journal as she takes a break from writing to people, trying to calm down. And, uh, muttering to herself.]
It's all right. It's all right. Find somewhere to stay, and then... figure out what to do from there. It's all right.