"Wonderful work, setting it up to not need a sacrifice in that little bit of time." That does make her feel better about it all.
Anchor makes an effort to hike back up steadily, but now that the excitement of fighting a giant void monster has worn off, all the tiredness is setting in.
Her shadow, which isn't bothering to look much like her at all, seems to be feeling much better by now, and frequently flutters ahead or races off to look around.
Once they see what's gone on, she leans wearily against the side of the cart.
"Better than walking, sure."
She helps the dog up into the cart and then climbs in herself.
Surely it will only take one horse to pull the three of them, now that all that gear is left behind.
For her part, Anchor has never been glad that someone randomly killed a horse - until now.