"Thank the Saints for that," Zoya mumbles (perhaps in a pocket of air so everyone can hear). What? She's a team player!

She doesn't release the wind to allow the other horses to escape. Keeping it as gentle yet firm as possible, the breeze plays with her hair and tickles her nose with a familiar set of invisible fingers. While Nikolai and Wilhelm may have gotten a horse each, there are still more horses than people.

Again, how she wishes for Nina. Blood is water, isn't it? Saints, she has no idea what the fuck she's doing, but— The one closest to her slashes its tail against the air, whining softly as it backtracks to try and find an escape so it can flee. How did Nina ever slow a heart? But it's not the heart Zoya wishes to try to control. While her winds grow softer, the blood in the horse slows with it. Eventually, it seems to settle until it's standing, its heart still thumping but not in panic anymore.

Does she need to call out that this horse has been claimed, too?