She laughed at Sarah's explanation, not surprised. "Oh, sweetie. It couldn't have been that bad." Rachel said, sitting down the basket briefly and pulling the girl into a hug.
She looked good, actually. Surprisingly well. Normally, corrospondence with Sarah left her terrified for the girl's life, and with a mental picture of an emaciated Sarah with stringy hair and a cornucopia of cuts and bruises. While she was thin, Sarah didn't look unhealthy, and the few visible scars were nothing compared to what Rachel had invisioned.
She shook her head at the girl's question. Picking up the basket and thumbing through until she lifted up a small plastic container. "I did. I even made them with eggs. This is your dessert, though - the contents of fthis basket are meant to nourish you in a way that is healthy, not feed your sweet tooth. I did bake you muffins as well, though. I couldn't help myself."