"Ms. Menides always seems more aware than the rest of us," Cressida said, "yet she can be blinded too. We learned that a year and a half ago, but this Wendigo is different than beings from another world." Cressida and a couple of other teachers had pulled apart the husk of one of those creatures. They understood some of its biology but motivations and whatever else? They were a mystery. None were left alive that remained in this realm.
Cressida brought the drink to her lips, letting it linger there before she took another drink and then cradled the glass in her hands, "But she must see something if it means removing her from the school for a time." The school felt her absence and Cressida didn't think that St. Margaret's could exist without Ms. Menides in it. She'd been there so very long. Cressida remembered sitting in this chair when she first arrived and needed sorting.
"Is he that much weaker now that he has this form?"