{SE} Anyone know how to stich a doll?

Deimos The Sword withheld the snort threatening to unfurl from him; the stranger didn’t need to be relegated within his darkened humor. Sometimes Ludo hadn’t been stealthy at all, and sometimes the ambiguous way the world churned made him remember exactly what the herald was a part of. He tilted his head vaguely, studying hers and then his own. “I have seen ghosts and spirits as well. Does this fall under Ludo’s tricks too?” Or were they facets of his previous affliction that simply hadn't gone away with the cure? Because he already had enough wraiths, phantoms, and lost things for an eternity; done, and over the calamity at every turn. And to think, Deepfrost was coming too. Deimos shoved the thought away, and began the finishing touches, adding the feathers around the neck and head too, like a crown of plumage, sharpened Harpy adornments she might’ve cherished. The quiet compliment extended his way gave him pause, and he stifled the sigh, permitting the smallest of sighs to glean through, on a weak smile that wouldn’t reach his eyes. “Thank you.” Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime