You awake once more in the Hunter’s Dream, the moon hangs low, and the hunt is long. You lay eyes on the doll, and Gehrman’s words echo in your mind

”You're welcome to use whatever you find, even the doll, should it please you..."

As you approach, the doll speaks.

"Welcome home good hunter. Hunters have told me about the church. About the gods, and their love. But... do the gods love their creations? I am a doll, created by you humans. Would you ever think to love me?