Rubbish collection

The response he received to his greeting and his offer of help was short and cutting, making his brows lift with surprise. It probably would have been easier to give her space and go back to what he had been doing since she clearly wasn't in the mood for company, but he couldn't blame her for being irritable. After all, all of their belongings had been scattered and soaked in flood waters and there was a long road of rebuilding ahead of them. Anyone in their right mind would probably be a little on edge or at least discouraged. As she questioned whether or not he could tell what was trash from what was not since she couldn't, Malik's head tipped slightly as his brows knit together. He almost questioned what she meant, but before he could he noticed the glint of her eyes in the pale moonlight and his hazel eyes widened with surprise and intrigue. Her eyes looked like crystals with the pupils ever so faintly visible behind the surface of the gemstone. He'd never seen anything like that before and he suddenly realized why this task would likely give her trouble.

"I can," he replied simply with a small smile, brushing off the sharp bite of her response. He stepped forward and started looking through what she had collected so far and began pulling out a few things that were obviously too far gone to save to put them in a separate pile. "Is there anything in particular you're looking for? I can take a look around for you." He wasn't sure if she was just collecting lost bits and trinkets for the pack or if she was looking for something in particular. Either way, he knew what he was going to be working on for a while.

"Malik of the Sea"