"I know, I know. I deserve to be smacked with that broom of yours." He tries to laugh quietly again, but the movement hurts, and he gives a sharp gasp in the next second. This really could be bad. He needs to try and get up, get inside, get some help.

So Konstantin slowly, cautiously pulls himself back upwards, having to grasp Svetlana's shoulder, but managing to make it enough that he can stand.

"It was a knife, or— maybe a dagger. One of the Forest Talkers."