Ileana pulled her hand back before she awkwardly crossed her arms in front of her. "Father's sick," she said in reply. Her Roma wasn't as fluid as Esme's, "He asked me to stay with you til he's better."
She watched her sister carefully for a moment, almost having a chance to study her. Esme was beautiful, a beauty that Ileana thought suited the way her eyes looked in the light. "I'd like to stay with you. I...would like to have a chance get to know you."