Patch was the softest, sweetest, squishiest Ragdoll ever stitched into existence.

Her voice was so gentle it could hush a hurricane and her hugs were known to melt even the most monstrous of mischief-makers.

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But don't be fooled, under her button-bright smile bubbled a quite, quivery bravery.

Whenever Olivia tumbled, Patch would puff up her patchwork chest and whisper, "Fear, my dear, is just a tickle with too many teeth."

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She worried about everything... Loose threads, crooked shadows, suspiciously wiggly teacups.

But she always stepped forward first, even when she secretly wanted to wobble away.

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Patch's magic didn't defeat the Fear Creatures...

It soothed them. softened them and sometimes turned them into friends.

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Quite magic...

Heart magic...

The magic of making things feel better just by being there.