{SE} Anyone know how to stich a doll?

Deimos No stranger to Torchline, because he’d been drawn to the water, to the sea, much as he’d been to the mountains, he nodded at the directions; familiar with the outline of the coast. Torches and dolls, spirits and souls, no harm, no foul, just the fact that they were there. That he’d be tempted, all the more, to glance into the ethers of lives rendered lost and gone, wondering if his friends would be amongst the amassed and clustered. He withheld the grimace over his features, instilling the familiar nonchalance, sticking to the pretenses of nothingness when everything else seethed and hurt. “Thank you. I had only experienced the lantern festival.” Multiple times, and always with too many in hand. The question brought him out of the melancholy for half a moment, brows furrowing slightly at the fabric, as he began to stitch two ends together, adept at needle and thread only because of work upon battlefields. “Something to signify a friend,” and he tilted his head, quieting again, before beginning to stuff the contortions together. “Yours?” Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime