Quanil takes all this in quietly, and gives more silence in the moment of remembrance of Miss Maea. They're having a New Experience, and so they want to observe, listen, take in details. They push on the punching bag a little, not enough to move it much, just sort of feeling how solid it is. And they're a little relieved that it has some give to it.
When told they're going to stretch, they back away from the punching bag and direct their attention to their trainer. They're already rolling their shoulders back a little to loosen them, widening their stance, doing the sort of things they normally do for staff practice.
At Mr. Sunjata's order, Quanil says, "Yes, sir!" makes a fist of their right hand, and thrusts it straight out ahead of them immediately, almost like a released spring. The thumb is on the outside of the fingers but... well, it's hard to see the knuckles with the hand wrapped but they've closed their fist as tight as they can get it. Their right hand shakes a little from the tension, even.
When told they're going to stretch, they back away from the punching bag and direct their attention to their trainer. They're already rolling their shoulders back a little to loosen them, widening their stance, doing the sort of things they normally do for staff practice.
At Mr. Sunjata's order, Quanil says, "Yes, sir!" makes a fist of their right hand, and thrusts it straight out ahead of them immediately, almost like a released spring. The thumb is on the outside of the fingers but... well, it's hard to see the knuckles with the hand wrapped but they've closed their fist as tight as they can get it. Their right hand shakes a little from the tension, even.
