Makes a stretcher

He knew they should get back to the ship. He was in bad shape. They had the information they’d come for. But as he lay there on the cool stones, Jason felt a sense of incompleteness. The story of the suitors and Queen Penelope ... his thoughts about family ... his recent dreams. Those things all swirled around in his head. There was something more to this place - something he’d missed.
Annabeth came back limping from the edge of the hill.
‘Are you hurt?’ Jason asked her.
Annabeth glanced at her ankle. ‘It’s fine. Just the old break from the Roman caverns. Sometimes when I’m stressed . . . That’s not important. I signalled Leo. Frank’s going to change form, fly up here and carry you back to the ship. I need to make a litter to keep you stable. ’
Jason had a terrifying image of himself in a hammock, swinging between the claws of Frank the giant eagle, but he decided it would be better than dying.
Annabeth set to work. She collected scraps left behind by the suitors - a leather belt, a torn tunic,

sandal straps, a red blanket and a couple of broken spear shafts. Her hands flew across the materials - ripping, weaving, tying, braiding.
‘How are you doing that?’ Jason asked in amazement.
‘Learned it during my quest under Rome.’ Annabeth kept her eyes on her work. ‘I’d never had a reason to try weaving before, but it’s handy for certain things, like getting away from spiders She tied off one last bit of leather cord and voila - a stretcher large enough for Jason, with spear shafts as carrying handles and safety straps across the middle.
Piper whistled appreciatively. ‘The next time I need a dress altered, I’m coming to you.’
‘Shut up, McLean,’ Annabeth said, but her eyes glinted with satisfaction. ‘Now, let’s get him secured -’
‘Wait,’ Jason said.
His heart pounded. Watching Annabeth weave the makeshift bed, Jason had remembered the story of Penelope - how she’d held out for twenty years, waiting for her husband Odysseus to return.
‘A bed,’ Jason said. ‘There was a special bed in this palace.’
Piper looked worried. ‘Jason, you’ve lost a lot of blood.’
‘I’m not hallucinating,’ he insisted. ‘The marriage bed was sacred. If there was any place you could talk to Juno . . .