"No." She answered directly.
He looked into her clear and bright eyes, which were sincere, pure, and innocent. It was evident that she genuinely didn't mind his condition, and his eyes couldn't help but well up with moisture.
She also noticed his appreciation, but didn't bring it up. "When I have money, I'll buy you a wheelchair. Then you can move freely at home, or on flat grounds."
He fell silent.
She asked, "You know what a wheelchair is, right?" Wooden wheelchairs must exist in this era, because she saw carriages last time she went to town. Carriage wheels were made of wood. Surely wooden wheels could be used on chairs too, as creating a wheelchair must be a simpler job than making a carriage.
