If one was to ask Ileana what she thought her sister looked like, she'd go wax poetic about their similarities like their father had done before. The woman who stood before her was mildly alarming, but mostly made her worry. Maybe she should've came sooner, perhaps her sister was ill as well. She looked it.
She almost looked ghostly. A slight, withering image in front of her.
Ileana shook herself out of the worry and tried to smile, "Ah, yes. I did. I'm..." she trailed off for a moment, pausing before she tried again, "I'm Ileana, Esme. I know this is odd, but I'm your sister."
She offered the letter in her hand to Esme - Marko Grigore's writing unmistakably on the front of the envelope, "I'm here to see you."