Seaside Moors Is someone else in me?

"My mother taught me." She said with a bit of embarassment. Memory was a keen topic to the reaper, though practice was not. She had a lot to learn and admitted so, especially being new to actually treating patients. But suppose with no patients- it meant a blessing. A peaceful life she desired.

"I found a tree, I kinda like.. It seemed nice to store herbs and spiders there." Grímnismál said. There was not much thought where to sleep, but where to start her 'witch hut.'