A doll crying in its room late at night. It's been doing its best to sob softly, so as not to wake its witch. Perhaps it succeeded - she doesn't come. Eventually its sobbing subsides enough that it's able to whisper to itself. "I'll be okay. I have to be okay."

A manta spoken helplessly. Desperately. It has to be okay. After all. It doesn't want to make its witch sad.