[From here]

The stairs were a bit less easy for Scar to maneuver while supporting Frank's weight. It was an awkward process, each step taking a careful and deliberate movement.

"Tell me if you need to stop." The last thing he needed was to be forced to carry the other man completely. He would be willing to, yes, but it would be in no way efficient.

[from here]

Taura hadn't been down this hallway in a long, long time; they generally took patients out to the greenhouse through the next one over, but they might not have much time, and every footstep counted.

The doors to the doctors offices stood like silent sentinals as she ran down the hall. She hadn't expected it to make her feel uneasy, but her grip on Goku's legs shifted as she reminded herself that she was carrying a boy who could turn into a monster on her shoulders, and that that alone was proof that they were both who they said they were.

[[from here]]

If there were any catalogue to be made of the ring's effects, it was that they seemed to get worse with time rather than better. In the wide, echoing space of the room downstairs, it took Sasuke a moment to regain his bearings and quiet the nausea.

It took another moment to stare, wide-eyed, at the immense scale of a place he'd only ever heard or felt. He'd known its length, perhaps, mostly by the length of his own step, but the height seemed utterly illogical in comparison with the number of steps taken to descend. The scale and style of the place made no sense in comparison to what was above, and it took a few long seconds before Sasuke realised that he wasn't even looking at the right door.

The ones at the far end of the room had been opened without sight. What else had he missed?

The question echoed as he turned to the direction that had to be correct, gaze trailing over the heavy doors in mute shock.