Ah, but shouting at the moon can be therapeutic I hear.

[ Satisfied he can feel her beginning to calm he loosens his grip, smoothing back her hair where he held onto her. ]

Now, my understanding is these undead creatures have a limit to their range. I can't feel her in your mind, so we must be out of it here.

[ He rummages in his pockets, thoughtful. ]

But, as you correctly guessed, we can find something to slow her down. A little rude of her to instruct you rather than ask permission, I think.