Iestyn let out a low groan as Henry talked about snapping bones, because that was just- oh God- and he dragged his hands down the sides of his face in distress. "But he hurt you," he said plaintively.
Tinsel didn't like it at all either, and wished she had more of her father's power than just the Tingle. Not for the first time, someone she loved was in a lot of pain, and she was helpless to change it. "Tell Dad about it anyway," she advised, glancing at Iestyn. "I will if you don't. He can do worse than knee him in the balls, and make sure the ding-dong doesn't get any more bright ideas."
She did feel a bit proud of Henry for fighting back though, glad he didn't just passively let this happen to him. She patted his leg and gave him a "you did good" nod.