[Hm. She fixes him with a thoughtful look while she listens, nibbling on her new, spicier chicken wing, not really caring all that much for the "rules" of a question for a wing. She's just enjoying them as they are, and she figures so long as the plate is finished by the end of it, she would be the victor. But manawells and affinity... It does not sound so different from one's aether and the affinity of their own magic. And while the Dominants can bend their aether to their whims and use it to light fires and basic things, they each carry their own affinities as well, with Benedikta wielding the winds but not ice or the flames.

There's a soft chuckle under her breath as she watches Darin bite into his next wing.]

Sweating already, are you?

[A passing remark before she answers his question.]

No, I am not. There are five others. Used to be six before he was recently sent back through the rifts.