[ Right, right, a couple of minutes. It's still bizarre, and he feels with fingers for the place where Yondu had touched the mask to him before activating it, following the direction to them make everything retreat back into what it was.

And that wide-eyed, incredulous expression is on his face, a look around taken unnecessarily. But the question does bring his gaze onto Yondu, as lost as it appears for a second. ]

Oh -- no, you just wear it. Or as long as you can keep it on you, the magic's instant. [ He nods to it, his eyes now lingering on the design as he recalls- ] It's the same as I was talking 'bout earlier. A pal, he wore one like that. Figured it'd be easier to get on when I remembered the straps.

[ Compared to the ones he had that might need reshaping for a larger arm. ]

It might get funny 'bout other people putting magic spells on you - you know, with the magic protection. And if people try and grab you, even a friend. But other than that...

[ He's a slow shake of his head, nothing else to really offer when it comes down to it. It was magic, it did the stuff it did. ]

But if you're healing yourself or doing anything to you, it's fine. Doesn't get in the way.