Seaside Moors Is someone else in me?

"an' spiders?" erzulie echoed with a faint surprise floating across the curious planes of her face. for a long moment she wondered if the young woman had misspoken, but it did not seem to be such. "your mot'er taught you about more den herbs," came her dry observation, not without its sugared edge of intrigue, silent invitation to grímnismál for an explanation if she so wished to give.
her gaze flicked to the sea holly. was that not what the medic had called it? "dere is ano'ter kind of plant like dis, but it is only found in de spring, an' has green leaves. what is de name of dat?" she settled herself, ready to share with grímnismál this particular sort of education.