"Think nothing of it. I'm sure lots of people have been coming to you lately; nobody could be expected to remember them all," she said, trying to put his mind at ease. "I'll let you know if I see anything weird or unusual." No point in mentioning the stars being out of place; he probably already knows, and there's nothing anyone can do about it anyway.
"If there's nothing you need help with, I guess I'll be on my way. Take good care of yourself, and make sure you get plenty of rest," she advised. Good Lord, I sound like my mother, she thought with embarrassment. The smell of cinnamon filled her nostrils, but she ignored it. "And be sure to contact me if you think of anything you need. Emily Prather's the name; you can always contact me via the ship's journal system." Giving him a reassuring smile, she paused at the door to give him the opportunity for a last-second request, or just to say goodbye.