They wake up lying on the ground.
Outdoors.
It's a bright, clear day.
Their body feels different.
Who's in front?
Warm, eager curiosity, with a side of playful smirk? Okay feels like it's Sable.
"Mm. Yes, you would need one of those to practice that sort of technique effectively, wouldn't you; let me see what I can do to remedy that." She hasn't been making anything particularly massive today, yet...
She can afford to expend some of today's mass allotment on another training tool, especially a simple one like "a somewhat larger than standard reinforced punching bag".