{SE} Anyone know how to stich a doll?

Deimos Deimos followed through with a nod of his own at her information, the silent acknowledgment of thank yous once more. He listened, as he always did, rapt and attentive, even if he appeared riveted by other munitions and calculations. Something for mothers, for shared shifts and spirits, and he glanced over briefly, at the sable coating, at the distinguished stitching. “A panther?” And then he fell silent once more, eyes rendered upon the wares in hand, the stuffing completed, the strands following back through, tied and knotted, efficient and expertise. The mask became molded thereafter, tied along too, with a pale button adornment; pretending the holes were slots for eyes, providing streaks of blue for their inner containments. Then there were feathers applied, to linger upon the back of the rags, to bloom and rise and never fall again – to carry her on wings of merit, grit, and mettle, to be an unburdened soul. Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime