She's still hungry. She's always hungry, it feels like. But Alfred doesn't smell like food anymore, and so he's safe from her.

Sarah steps back when he does, toying with her skirt a little. Trying to cast a smile in his direction. "And you have Herbert. And that's -- lovely. Isn't it?" She doesn't quite understand, but. So long as they're happy. Herbert certainly seems over the moon about it.