A doll and its witch.
She keeps talking about wanting to live up to her doll.
That she feels well and truly lucky to know such a wonderful thing.
That she wants to make sure that her doll isn't wasted on her.
And the doll.
It sits with her.
Listening.
Holding her hand.
Because she does live up to the doll.
That she earned it being part of her life.
That it doesn't feel wasted at all.
Its witch is worth it.
Its witch is worth every single second.