"Thanks," the paladin says. Sacrifices are, he feels, more like pocket knives, with way too many tools that you don't need all of them for the situation. Or cudgels. Or things like that. There's (almost) always a better way to accomplish the same thing.

Before leaving, the paladin first makes sure the horse is okay and is willing to trust them.
Then, he turns the cart around (it was previously going to Skyside) to take the route that goes to the Dancing Fox Inn. (It is the only place he really knows at this point in time, besides these beachside towns.) He still owes her a meal for the bet he lost earlier, and that's probably a decent place to do it. Also, they probably need to catch up to the present, since this is still, like, over a year ago.

fin?