Mipha appreciates it though--It's nice to be around people who just forget she's not, exactly, one of them. Humans--and those that can at least pass for human-- vastly outnumber her, so it's hard not to be constantly reminded that she's different, one way or another.

She rests her arms on her legs, watching the flame grow. "Oh-- No, I'm alright." She looks to the tent and then the fire, and then lastly at Duo, tilting her head curiously.

"Have you done this sort of thing before? Camping, I mean." She smiles, as if enjoying something of a private joke as she continues. "I used to quite a bit, but I'm afraid I'm a little out of practice."