{SE} Anyone know how to stich a doll?

Deimos The Natural was kind enough to explain it to him without some growl or eyeroll, so the monolith tilted his head, considered the particulars. He arched his brow in general, curiosity interplaying with a series of motions and machinations in regards to Ludo and acting up (which could’ve explained the ghosts, the spirits, the wraiths around – the flickering barbs of Zariah in the caves, when the woman had been rumored to be quite deceased). Ordinarily, he might have shrugged it off and continued on his way, but then the semblances of a competition coiled inside his mind, and as a man who had yet to resist some dare of dare, provocation, or challenge, he found himself remaining along the crafting station, surveying the wares. “Thank you for explaining.” Would he be able to contort one simply from his own incantations? Or would it be rude to ignore this woman’s efforts? At the introductions, the Sword realized he hadn’t honed his own – extended a calloused hand in her direction. “Deimos.” He remained standing, and Zuriel slunk around, snaking her muzzle near the portions of fabric – the beast ended up choosing the one she attempted to snag and snatch, narrowing his eyes at the foolish predilections. Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime