I only own the Lenore comics.
He was capable of walking on his own, but Lenore still carried him. He was her doll. Ragamuffin didn't mind. Lenore was ruff, but she meant well...most of the time. She clung to him in her sleep, squeezing the life out of him, if he breathed.
Lenore loved to play her odd games that weren't so innocent. Ragamuffin didn't mind this either, it was fun to watch her be maniacal, the way he use to be, even if she didn't realize it.
It was her that gave him new life, even if he was still a doll. She didn't treat him like one, to her, he was a person. Her friend. Her guardian. Her playmate.