Hamish loves the train.
He kneels on the seat, arms folded on the lip of the window, resting his chin and staring out at the scenery drifting by.
Sagarika had brought dried mango along for the trip and has been offering it around to share, but Asiata waves him off.
"He won't want any now."
Not to be denied, the Indian prince presses the treat onto Asiata before turning back to the book of poetry Shahin had lent him. Shahin continues to nap.














