Aleksandr stood up from the seat and walked over to the bathroom, once more.  Sylvia was sitting atop the toilet ready to be picked up, "I think it might work best if I bring you down stairs and come back for your duffle bag and laptop," he made a jovial smile, "I can only carry so much," his smile turned a bit sheepish.  He did not want to accidentally trip down the stairs, "Maybe, that'll give you more time with your..." he paused, trying to force it out of him, "Friends," he nodded, slightly congratulating himself for not butchering the line too much.  He went and scooped her up from the toilet and walked out of the bathroom and towards the front door of the house. 

He opened the front door carefully and began walking down the stairs, not bothering to close the front door--he would deal with that his second time around, along with the lights.  When he got to the bottom of the stairs he placed her back into the wheelchair, "Alright, I'm going to go get your duffle bag and laptop. I'll be right back," he assured her.  He jogged up the stairs and went through the front door. A smile combing his lips as he entered, feeling the atmosphere entrap him, again.  He slowed his pace and went to her bedroom where her duffle bag and laptop were.  He looked around her room once, feeling the presence of being out of place.  He shook the feeling and grabbed the laptop and duffle bag.  Before leaving the bedroom he turned the lights off and went quickly into the bathroom to do the same.

He let out a sigh as he reached the front door, turning the light switch off.  He closed the door behind him and jogged back down the stairs, "You should hold these in your lap," he handed Sylvia the laptop and duffle bag, "It's raining outside. I don't know if there is a way to shield your laptop?" He cleared his throat kindly, feeling his brain being able to concentrate, again.  [@Arista]