If Orestes was the sibling that Electra missed as her partner in crime, it was Iphigenia she missed as a friend. She had loved her older sister dearly, chasing after her through the palace, shrieking with laughter as they got up to all sorts of things. Being grown up had seemed so far away. And then suddenly, it wasn't anymore.
Iphi was gone, and Electra took it upon herself to look after her two remaining siblings. She sent Orestes off to stay with their cousin Pylades, because at least there he'd be out of their mother's grasp, under the protection of their uncle. She had kept Chrysothemis where she could see her almost every waking moment, and she had lived through Clytemnestra's murder of her father. And then she, too, had been sent away. And for more nights than she cared to recall, Electra had cried herself to sleep, and whispered into the darkness, 'I wish you were here, Iphi.'
And now she was, Iphi was here and whole and alive, and Electra thought she might just start doing cartwheels out of joy. And when the buzzer went off, and she glanced at the monitor and saw a young woman standing there, she bolted from the back so fast she almost knocked her chair over. "Iphi!" she cried, pulling her sister into a hug and doing her best not to just start crying.