Even if it's a mere crumb, those crumbs are real, real enough to matter to a soul as starved as Vivi's. Those brusque scraps of kindness and consideration are his siblings' method of showing care as well, like Vivi is some strange baby bird they're not quite sure how to take care of but feel some responsibility for.

Vivi obediently clambers onto Gabriel, holding on tightly to his armor and making sure his hat can be pinned by at least one hand. He knows enough about being flown around that it makes things easier if he clings to the sturdier parts, though he wonderingly notes that Gabriel is nowhere near as frail-feeling as his siblings are. Heavy materials would make it harder for them to fly, after all.

But angels are built differently, it seems.

In acceleration, too. It's faster than he's ever been flown before. He can't help but squeak in alarm, initially, as the angel takes off incredibly fast.

He really must have somewhere to be.