Seaside Moors Is someone else in me?

"yes, moss. it is de green dat be growin' on de bark of trees, or on stones, if you look down. soft. t'ick. good for soakin' up blood from head woun's and de like." had she some near, she might have offered to show the girl, but her stores of such were barren. it would require a trip inland to replenish, which she did not wish to make at this time.
here was the kelp now, drifting in a tide pool with its golden edges. she shot a glance to grímnismál, attempting to read the young healer's face and see what she might make of it.
"it is funny. i started wid kelp," she revealed, smiling, "an' learned from dere dey types of herbs de sea had to offer."