Where I rest my head

Your current sleeping situation is barely suitable for your rugged, time traveling, self. It is definitely not suitable for three pregnant goblin girls to get adequate rest. So you venture passed your fortifications into the forest beyond and gather a heap of surprisingly soft, large leaves. Returning to camp you are able to layer them well enough that your lean-to now has a fairly comfortable mat which you can rest on. The goblin sisters seem especially appreciative for your show of support.