Kenna knew less about camping than she did about butterflies, but she knew well enough it wouldn't be something she would enjoy. Her accommodations were not all that nice, but at least they were inside and heated. Other than that, she would be some kind of miserable. Still, she was not about to knock it, if he enjoyed it.

"Mm, might be a bit chilly, but I love the autumn weather the best." She agreed with a nod. "I do not think the butterflies would agree." Kenna mused as another, large yellow one, floated by to a nearby flower and she was captivated again by their lofty movements, so whimsical and airy.