Helena nodded. "I wove a loose net that sort of supports my hammock." She flashed him a quick smile. "Just in case my blankets didn't hold in the night. I wanted something to catch me. At first they were quite soft." She, too, craned her neck to look up. "Now they are darkening to brown from green and getting very hard. They get much less flexible as they dry." It was another one of those interesting properties of the Climber tree. "We could definitely try to weave you a hammock though."