It becomes a natural thing to fill their conversations with words that seem fitting of the context, like how the ocean's pretty from this side or how the wind's pleasant when it's not obstructed by high-rise buildings or a bustling crowd that's ever-busy with daily chores.
The seaside town is pleasant in the way that it's peaceful, quiet and everything lovely except there's some type of bonding here that didn't exist in Octantis. It might've been the political feud that made it so difficult to go out sometimes—ignoring the fact that she'd broken into a castle and into the outside of the castle to retrieve a cat too.
It became difficult, after some point, to constantly worry about being sighted or checked or about watching a guard terrorise another poor family for taxes late by a single day.