"Can't git through th' bleedin' thorns," Bill sent along the flock-mind link. "Criminy, Marley, 'ow do you do this talkin' thing, me 'ead itches worse doin' th' talkin' than it did 'earin you talk."
"If I could answer that question, Bill," Marley answered along the same link, "I could figure out how to talk to Milady Celia, perhaps help 'er fight back. Can you see through the thorns and see if Celia's really the one caught?"
"Aye, that I can, and it's 'er alroight. She's lookin' all sleepy, maybe asleep as fur as I kin tell. Tha's nae good... hey, maybe I can wake 'er up with a bit o' bang..."
Away to the east, judging by the sun, there was a BOOM that seemed to make the trees shiver. The rather comical coughing of a small fledgling-sized raven could be heard over the link. "Bloody 'ell, the smoke o' th' 'splosion spell was bad enough, don' let innybody tell ye ozone don't stink, but ye wouldn't believe the bloody DUST in 'ere... CELIA! kin ye hear me, girl!? WAKE UP!"
Marley shuddered to himself, but despite his shock and trepidation at Bill's choice of actions, he was having trouble deciding whether to curse under his breath or guffaw out loud. He relayed the happenings to Toby and the others. "The method is perhaps a bit unorthodox, but his heart's in the right place, I think," he added at the end.