Symon rests in Dagmar's grip for a time, mentally sorting through the flood that came from the Serpent. She may notice that for once, there is not even a hint of a wheeze in his breathing.
Finally, he whispers up to her, relating what he over...heard? Saw? Absorbed. Yeah, that works. "So I think when we get to the next bend, that's the direction we have to go."
Though, he still looks thoughtful. There is something else he saw...heard... absorbed, but he can't quite put a flyfinger on it.