A doll meeting with an old, once-beloved friend.
Its witch instinctively steps between them, knowing what that "friend" did to the doll.
It had mourned that lost friendship for so long.
And its witch was there for every second.
She was there to piece the doll back together again.
To help the doll to heal.
To stand on its feet again.
From the broken, shattered husk that it was -
To the beautiful doll that she knew now.
But the doll.
Steps forward.
In front of its witch.
A doll meeting with an old, once-beloved relic of its past -
And choosing its witch.