A silk hammock

The first thing you notice as you slowly awaken is the throbbing pain between your legs and in your womb. You groan as you crack open your eyes, squinting as your eyes get used to the light. "Wha–?" Then your eyes settle on your gravid belly, and you remember.

"Is that you awake, Tarissa?" you hear Xyl's voice call.

"Ugh, yes," you reply groggily.

"Oh, good. You looked so cute, sleeping in there, and I did not want to have to disturb you."

You climb out of the hammock, wincing as the eggs shift inside you, and look at where Xyl's voice came from.

She is hanging from a long thread, several metres off the ground. A long string of silk stretches from her spinnerets, looping around several of her legs in complex ways, before terminating in a tightly woven cloth. "I was awake early, so I started making you something to wear. You might not have realised it, but one of the lesser known enchantments on the **** collar protects the wearer from the cold. You no longer have that, so you will need something else. I am sure you would rather I not have to cocoon you for your own safety."

Now that she has mentioned it you do feel rather cold. Not enough to be dangerous yet, but you could see it becoming a problem eventually.

Over the course of the morning, the outfit comes together. It is a fairly simple blouse and skirt, designed to fit over your huge belly. Having nothing to dye it with, it is a plain grey, but being made of Arachne silk, it should be extremely tough, resist dirt, wash easily, and dry quickly, all very useful things in the wilds.

"We should probably get you a weapon and some armour as well," says Xyl, "but I am not sure how it could be made to deal with your changing proportions, and I have little to pay for it with. If you were a ****, we could head north, towards Xor, the Arachne capital, and I could hire you out to work for the smith for a few days, but that is not really an option. No one would accept that you are free..." she trails off, before shaking her head. "They would only make **** armour for you anyway."

She sighs. "We need money."