"I know he'll appreciate the clothes. I'm a little worried about him, he was healing from the torment that Pennywise put him through, they all were, how much has Higgs set him back?" It was a rhetorical question, but she couldn't help but worry, in that motherly fashion. But she turned her face up at the affection. It was simple actions like that that seemed to suck the tension out of her.
"I don't know about everyone else, but Henry is still pouring over Harry's notes, and some of mine when I was studying under him." A soft little sigh passed through Sarah's lips. "You know, when we killed Him I had hoped that would be the end of stuff like this. That Henry would be able to live a life and not worry..."