After many long moments, Corvin opens his eyes and meets Harry’s gaze. He lets Harry in; the boy delves deep. He tries to avoid looking too closely at the man’s memories, not everything is meant to be shared, but instead reaches past them to a deeper place, the baser place, where things like language itself resides. At the same time, he pulls on the strings of Parseltongue in himself to bring it to the surface. When it comes to the top, it takes hardly any effort to let the knowledge flood the river connecting him to Corvin. The wave swells then crashes into Corvin. Harry waits it out, letting the waters settle until the surface is calm and still again. Only then, does Harry carefully withdraw.