He squatted down, his eyes were level with hers, and he looked at her for three seconds without saying anything. She looked at him too, covered in blood, with her back straight, and no one spoke first.
Then he reached out and tore her clothes apart.
There were only seven years left to wait for her to grow up, but it took five years.
She said: "You take care of me."
He said, "If it's sewn, it's mine."
She didn't know - he had been waiting for this day for a long time.
