what can you think is going right

He nodded slowly in agreement, turning to survey the distant structures and the overgrown foliage between them and the rest of the island's curiosities. It was very unlike anything he'd seen back home, but, not in a bad way. It tugged at the buried part of himself that took after his nomadic ancestors. "I do too, it's peaceful. A bit haunting, like a poorly preserved memory you can see age before your eyes." Rarely was the man so keen on observing and discussing the finer points of the lands he found himself in. Maybe the little woman was just drawing out that softer part of him he liked to pretend didn't exist despite how blatantly apparent it could be.

Shrugging, he yawned before replying in a slight, accented drawl, "The desire to have a break from monotony, I suppose. I live close by on the mainland, and it felt like a good day to see the sights. What about you? " Was she also escaping the day to day? Or was this her day to day?