Still carrying Laura like a little girl, he takes her to his two of his daughters' room and lays her down on the changing table.
Still whimpering, Laura says: "I'm embarrassed at the way I look."
"Why would you sweetie?"
"Because I'm dirty, I've got cuts, scrapes, and bruises, my dress and hair ribbons are filthy, I have marks all over my back from being beaten, I'm skinny because I haven't had much to eat, and this diaper."
"Why sweetie, none of this is your fault."
"I know, but still."
"Sweetie, you are beautiful. Never forget that. What you said is true, but we are taking care of that. We're going to get you back to what you were before all of this happened. I assure you that."
"You really think I'm beautiful?"
"Yes. You may be dirty and injured and not fed properly and wearing a diaper, but that can't hide your beauty. You are beautiful inside and out."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome Laura. All this may be covering your outer beauty, but nothing can cover your inner beauty, and that's what matters."
"Thank you sir."
"You're welcome Laura. Now let's get started."
"OK."