Zoya instantly catches onto the intentional word usage. She likes Wilhelm. The horses will run away. None of them need experience dealing with them to understand that, at least.

She ignores the discomforting prickle that works up her spine at the mention of shadows. The Shadow Fold doesn't exist here. She won't let it. Asking questions about how he intends to control his shadows opens her up to the possibility of not being seen as a team player—and Zoya, for all of her faults, has remembered her friends' feedback over the years. Look at her, trying to play along without appearing like an obstacle.

Glancing at Nikolai, she jumps in, "I can control the wind. It should be easy enough to create a wall of it if needed, although I'd go for something a little gentler at first to try and calm them." This time, her look at Nikolai is intentional. "You can keep an eye and use the rope spell on the horses that split away from those I manage to cut off."