Seaside Moors Is someone else in me?

harmless! pah! but erzulie did not speak these things. even small and creeping many-legged insects had their uses, she supposed, even if she did not know them. "i use moss for dat," she murmured reflexively, spurred by a curiosity that the webbing could be wielded in such a way. 
attempting to recall if she had ever done such a thing, the woman grinned. "come. i will show you." gathering herself up and dusting debris from her flanks with a whisk of her tail, the harlot made as if to set off toward the kelpsite. "do you know anyt'ing about deliverin' de little ones, grímnismál?"