Sanra found Curbstomp trapped in a bush and approached her slowly, whispering until the horse was calmed. She got the horse free and asked, "Where's Meg?"
The horse blew hot breath in her face and scowled then pulled herself up on to the horse. "Take me to her. Come along Jenny!"
The pony fell into a gallop to keep up with Curbstomp's very quick canter.
"It's a shame you can't talk," she told the horse.
He took her along the path to the battlefield and she saw the dead flayer and almost hidden by it, Meg's body. Sanra slid off the horse and ran to her friend as Curbstomp rushed to the Illithid and began stomping on it.
Sanra felt her friend's neck then began undoing her armor so she could check her friend over better.
She gasped when she saw her friend's ribs were all broken and some pushing out of the body. She cast a healing spell to get her friend closer to healthy then began manipulating the ribs back into place. Sanra tore her robes apart and began wrapping her friend's chest and cast more healing spells.
"Corellon, please, I beg of you, grant me the great power needed to save my friend. She serves you even greater than I ever will!"
She spent the next hour casting spells and expelling every bit of energy in her own body getting the last of the foul humours that had built up in her friend out. Their clothes were stained with puss, blood, and sweat by the time Meg came back to consciousness.
"Sanra?" she said softly.
"Thank Corellon!" she said softly. "Do you think you can stand?"
"What is Curbstomp doing?" she asked, her eyes still blocked by dried blood.
"He's, uh, he's turning the mind flayer into paste."
"Well get him over here so I can pull myself up onto him. Are you okay?"
"I'm fine you idiot," she said, tears dripping down her face.
Sanra got the warpony to stop mutilating the corpse then helped her friend get up on it. "Is everything I collected on the sled?" she asked, rubbing at her eyes.
"I guess so? Some armor sets. Lots of weapons. Want me to see if there's anything on the illithid or those other two warriors over there?"
"They're dark paladins and no, I can come back when I'm fully healed."
Sanra rolled her eyes at that then pulled herself up on her pony.
The ride back to Meg's Woods was long and Sanra had to cast numbing spells a handful of times when the ride became too much for her friend.
When they arrived, paladins helped get their number down and her mother and sisters rushed to help her. Sanra followed them in to the temple where she was laid on a table and her mother began undoing the bandages Sanra had done, listening to Sanra's hurried—but detailed—explanation of what she had done to save her friend's life.
Sanra's mother came in and handed her daughter a mug of spiced wine and moved her to sit by the fire. "Rest, we'll do what's needed to save Meg."
She nodded and took a long drink of the wine, a smile flitting across her lips for a moment. She could tell it was her father's favorite wine, something he'd be angry about being mulled.
When Sanra was awoken later, she saw her's and Meg's mothers running their hands over Meg's ribs. She walked over and asked, "Did I get all her bones set properly?"
"We had to reset two of her ribs but you got it close enough we could have left it," Meg's mother said.
"Go home. She'll be fine. Could be awake tomorrow but likely not."
Sanra started to protest but her mother guided her out. "Go!"
xxxxx
Meg opened her eyes and saw her next oldest sister leaning over her. "Morning."
"M-morning," Meg replied. "How did I get back? Did I pass my humbling?"
"Sanra came and found you and got you back. Don't you remember?"
"No."
"You WERE in a lot of pain. As for the Humbling, I don't know."
She kissed Meg's forehead. "Go back to sleep Meggy, you're still healing."