...great, okay. Fine. He's not really content to just ditch her and hope she doesn't cause more trouble. He can't hover over her shoulder this entire time, but at the very least he can mitigate things to a certain extent, maybe. That's the most he can manage for now.

Tim sighs, and starts stumping for the bluffs to dig up chunks of grass, then returns to scrape out a hole in the still-moist sand and pile the freshly-shorn grass into the pit.

It only takes a moment to spark the grass and get a fair blaze going.