Wanderer had acquired the skill of sewing. Despite considering sewing dolls to be a trivial pursuit, he dedicated his time and focus to creating a specific doll.

It seemed absurd to him. He did not have any hobbies to speak of, but he found himself becoming accustomed to this activity.

While Wanderer was aware of the sound of the grass crunching, he dismissed it, assuming it was an animal. However, his attention shifted as he felt the presence of you, a mortal, by his side.