Farhalys made the people do a count of the food stocks and the humans on the ship to get a proper assessment of when their food would end.
After getting a good accounting of the statistics, Ning created enough canned food for these people to survive on for the next 2 and a quarter years.
"Thank you so much," Farhalys grabbed Ning's hands and spoke. "If there is anything you want me to do, please tell me. You can even kill me if you want to."
"Unfortunately, I will have to do that," Ning said. "I have learned that once I start, I cannot stop absorbing a Constellation, so you will die. But I won't do that until you've seen these people land on Candar. I promise."
Farhalys could only give a rueful smile in return. Knowing that he was going to die soon was not a happy feeling after all.
