A witch eating soup.
A blanket is draped around her shoulders. Her doll's arm as well.
She shivers slightly, and her doll pulls her a bit closer.
The sound of the video they're watching together is quieter than usual. Gentler.
The witch doesn't feel too good physically. But she's quite happy despite.
She closes her eyes and nestles her head against her doll, breathing deeply.
It kisses the top of her head.
Always by her side, in sickness and in health.