[i]"Homes like this one are what I grew up in, my memories aren't fond of my time in what used to be my own home,"[/I] Aleksandr frowned as he watched her let a small smirk tugged up her lips.  However, her lips soon parted as a soft sound escaped from her throat.  Her body hunched forward. 

Aleksandr nervously reached his hand out to touch her chin gently. All the things that could possibly go wrong as he touched her ran through his mind. He tilted her head upwards, towards him, "It's okay," he made a reassuring half smile. Her skin was really soft, which made his hand tremble a bit. He looked down, away from her for a brief moment to think of what would cheer her up.  He was at a slight loss considering he did not even know how to cheer himself up.

He thought back to the hospital. He closed his eyes tightly and opened, again, looking up at Sylvia, he forced himself back into character, "Perhaps, Mademoiselle would enjoy a luxurious shower?"  He stood up to push her towards the bathroom knowing full well the bathroom was nothing luxurious. In fact, the hot and cold knobs were opposite.  Father Seraphim kept saying he would call a plumber to get it fixed, but the words never made it to the phone.  In any instance, it was not a life obstruction. 

As he grabbed hold of the wheelchair's handles he forced a jovial smile, turning the wheelchair around and pushing it out of the bedroom cautiously. His head peaked to see what his father was doing in the kitchen and then proceeded to the bathroom.  When he wheeled her into the bathroom he made a swooping motion with his arms, "Voila! Would Mademoiselle care for a bath élégante?" He was scared to death of being so animated, especially in front of someone he didn't know.  However, Sylvia seemed miserable.  His smile flickered a bit, trying to keep up the persona to the best of his ability. [@Arista]