Sometimes the witch—surrounded by tools and trappings of arcane origin—gets lost in her research, book stacked upon open book as she cross-references another lead on some magic gone awry.
Sometimes her doll catches her working late and offers a blanket for her shoulders.
Sometimes the witch might spend day after day in relentless focus, unwilling to rest until she triumphs over the problem.
And sometimes even a witch learns to listen to a stern command from her doll to get some sleep and return to her work with fresh eyes on the morrow.