“Thou means help thee to get out?” He said, remembering his air as he took more of the soup. The chill was banished with its warmth and he felt… surprisingly refreshed. The pain in his head ebbed away, slowly. She nodded. Handy made a show of thinking about it, but really, if this bird knew of a way out, there was no way in hell he wasn’t seizing on the opportunity. “Of course!” He said, now reflecting on his thoughts earlier, wondering where in the hell they came from.