A doll and a witch. They live up to each other♪

"I guess that means you think I'm a good witch, then?" The doll nods enthusiastically. "Then I'll do my best to live up to you." The doll nods again at its witch's words. "And this one will do its best to live up to you in turn!"

"Good doll." The doll looks up from its work toward its witch. It tilts its head, curious about what prompted the statement. "I just think that you're a good doll!" The doll smiles at its witch's words. "Good Miss!" The witch smiles back.

the doll isn't alone! it has a lot of friends it can lean on if things get really hard!

A doll feeling under the weather. It wants to lay back down - but there are still things that it needs to do! Besides. It's not feeling sick. Just a bit tired. A bit exhausted. It can still carry on. And so it does.

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

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 doll nursing a cup of hot chocolate. It's late at night. It's just a bit cold. It shares this time with its witch. On a whim, it sets aside its cup, and asks "Can this one hug you?" Its witch nods, setting aside her own cup. And they embrace. Warm together.

this one is glad that the story reached Winters, that Winters thought it was beautiful! awawa♪♫💜

It nods. She probably can't even see it nod at this distance. But it trusts her to know all the same. She knows everything. It trusts her.