Cross squinted up at the hammocks, seeming to consider them carefully, then looked back over at Helena again. "Don't have to have bedding," he remarked. He had clothes, didn't he? He could manage pretty well without creature comforts, all things being equal. "Might work on a vine hammock. Seems like those vines could be useful." That was quite conversational, for Cross. He wondered if it even got cold enough here to worry about bedding. He supposed they'd all find out. He used his three-fingered hand to wipe at the sweat that continued to collect on his neck, then wiped the fingers on his pants, not looking especially bothered about it.