They don't answer, because they can't and don't want to. Passing through the Village, every time, they wanted to jump in those hammocks. They never dared for risk of ambush or offense. They have no such worry now.

Even so, they actually find something of interest! They grab what they thought was a pillow and crawl their way up, presenting it: a plush blade, poorly-sewn but obviously meant to be either one of Ze'mer's greatnail or a full nail-lance. Strange, but charming.