Maybe she couldn't, but the TARDIS had an odd way of putting people at ease about a lot of bad things. And Sarah thought he needed to at least try and forgive himself as she needed to forgive things that she'd done but that wasn't as easy as she said it was.
Letting out another breath, she nodded. "Okay.." she relented and then turned around to head out of the TARDIS and into the light of day. She squinted some, wishing they could have done this at night but well who did that? She started the way over to where Harry's plot was. "He's... not actually in there. At least he's not in the world I come from.. its just.. formality.." she explained as they walked.
When they got there, she came to stop in front of them. The tombstone said Harold Sullivan, 1944-2005. Right next to that was a tombstone for William Sullivan, 1960-2006. That seemed to make her even more uncomfortable then even Harry's. She frowned and sighed.