“Looks like we’re sharing a room while you’re here.” The Master gestured again, his calloused, scarred fingers creating rudimentary gestures that Ansel could somehow decipher. “Say, how long will that be, actually?” Celaena fought her frown. “One month.” She inclined her head to the Master. “If you allow me to stay that long.” With the month that it took to get here, and the month it would take to get home, she’d be away from Rifthold three months before she returned.
Yeah that’s how math works guys
