"Very well, I can wait" he said with ease, understanding the child's limitations. Luciel also stood a better chance at hiding from the patrols, as he could likely tailor pheromones from a bush to give of the scent of poisonous berries to throw off hounds. "Fifteen minutes..." he mused to himself as he went about finding a good shrub to begin shaping into a suitable hiding spot. His voice held a faint tone of wryness, unfamiliar with Drex and not entirely believing that he'd come back for Luciel.