*One hand had been brought up to Doll's eyes, wiping at them regardless of the tears not actually existing, while Cas fixed the ankle... and then looked up at him again, back down at the ankle... looked between the two again, and then tried moving that foot a bit, carefully. After a moment, pulled its feet up underneath its small frame, and stood, being gentle to that foot at first, then putting more weight on it again, not that there was much to put on it.*

*a few little experimental movements with it, and by the time it was certain of what'd happened, that ready-to-cry look had given way to surprise and some definite bit of happiness.*

*and then Doll suddenly turned back to Castiel, reaching over... and hugged him. Arms around the angel, face buried against his shoulder, Doll squeezed. Or at least, probably squeezed. Seemed like the big toy was trying to do so, all right; it didn't have any physical strength to speak of, though, so the grip, while clearly an effort for it, was light at best around Castiel's much stronger human body. But it was the sentiment that counted, wasn't it?*