Len just nodded at the Leonin, not really taking in what he was saying. He sat at a nearby bench, then a sudden irritation compelled him to scratch his head where he could feel a bump on the scald. It hurt when he pressed on it.

Len sprinted over to Maria. "Maria! Maria! Look! There is something on my head! Am I gonna die?" He sat on her lap, letting her examine his head. He did notice that Maria and Makarov seemed to be in some kind of serious business here but he couldn't care less. It was a matter of his live or die here.