Trying to walk slow enough where Mary didn't have to sprint every so often, Sam followed her lead, until they got to the portkey. Once on the other end of the magical trip, Sam had to take a moment to catch his bearings again. "I don't think I'll ever get used to that feeling," he admitted with a small huff, bent forward slightly at the sudden queasiness. "Just a sec, sorry. So do you do this often?"