A doll that crawls into its witch's lap.
It's a little bit heavy, curled up in her lap.
It doesn't say anything, doesn't respond to her queries.
Just shivers a bit.
Confused, but happy all the same (she's been chosen after all!), she brushes her hand across the doll's back.
It's quiet for a time.
And then it begins sobbing softly.
She stops, worried -
"Please don't stop."
And so she continues.
So she continues.