He's still being very nice and keeping his distance, and Tessla feels a lot better with new underpants on. (She makes a hole in the sand and buries her previous pair there. Nobody needs to carry them around.)

"Um..." Tessla looks at the map nervously. "Okay...? I-I guess I can try." It's a good idea, even if it's still weird that he's helping her. Thankfully she does know where the house is on a map, or it would all be fruitless.

Wiping her teary eyes again, the little girl points all the marked sand oceans and cities. "Where are we?"