Dragoncrest Cliffs some say an army of horsemen,

Whatever was going on in Erzulie's mind - Merlin was oblivious to it and good thing too. He focussed on three other important things - not letting sea-weeds slip from his jaw, not stumble and fall and not lose sight of, where the leader was taking him to. The first was a true challenge, because he retched at the taste of them and on more than one occasion he closed his eyes, gulped and tried to pretend that he was carrying something pleasant. The second was closely bound to first, because there was a trail of sea-weed dragging along the ground too. He did not want to step on it. Third... staring at Erzulie's hindquarters made him feel a bit embarrassed for some reason (butts usually did not stir any emotions in him) and he tried to avert his gaze politely time from time. He was well aware that no fight had ever broken out by someone having a too-long and intense eye-contact with the pretty end, but then... yeah... 

So, finally he was released from his inner turmoil and he stored the knot of weeds at the designated place. "Do you need more of these?" he asked her, enjoying to have a chance to be helpful.