Rory smiled to cover his wince. He was glad that Mari cared, but it pained him a little that she had to think of so many ways to be helpful. "Actually, I can handle the stairs myself, I think." He indicated his crutches. "It's tough to do, but Mrs. Fox says that going up and down stairs is good for buliding muscle strength. The problem is that it's hard to get up the stairs and carry stuff at the same time." He wobbled back and forth, showing her the motion climbing the stairs wout require.
"And I didn't even think about drinks! We have Sprite and Coke and all kinds of juice in the fridge." His smile widened a little. "How about you surprise me? And here," he reached over to take the DVD from her. "I can at least bring this upstairs with me. Thanks Mari. I'll see you up there." With that, he turned toward the stairs and began his arduous climb. At least they didn't seem insurmountable, as they had so many years ago. Things changed, perspectives shifted. Of course, he still envied his brothers for being able to run up and down them as if it was nothing.