[Oh, he knows about fairytales and their gritty, horrific roots. Chihiro's definitely sounds like one, for sure. Although...She doesn't seem upset to remember, or reluctant to talk about it. Had she somehow avoided the bath house's seedy underbelly…?

On the one hand, he doesn't want to know. If she hadn't avoided it, he doesn't want to force her to dredge up the memories, especially in light of how happy she is currently, talking about her dragon friend.

But on the other hand, if she needs help, or - well, there's not really much he can do from here, in this place, so far removed from wherever the bath house is - or if she needs support, he wants to offer what he can to her. She's been so kind to him since they were thrown together in the murder mystery funhouse, she's like a badass little sister. It's the least he can do.]

So, this, uh. Yubaba...she, like...literally stole your name? And Haku's?

[The old fantasy trope of names having power, and to take someone's name was to have power over them…

...Yeah, that's not uncomfortable to think about at all.. Eff you, Handsome Jack!!]

What did, uh. What kinds of things did she have you doing? In the bath house.

[There, it's out, he's asked. Now he can find out if he was freaking out for no reason, or for a horrible yet appropriate one.]