Two days or a whole year, it made no difference to them, because they were not counting. They were not measuring the waiting against some imagined schedule in the head. They simply remained until it was time to move, and then they moved.
The mind hates waiting and calls it wasted time, yet nothing is wasted when you are fully here. Whether life keeps you still for an hour or a season, you can meet it without resistance instead of straining toward the next thing. And when the moment to go finally arrives, you rise and go, because you stayed awake enough to recognize it.