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One of the women of the village, Maika, gave birth to her first child. Coincidentally, it marked the end of the rainy season. The damaged marui were repaired, as well as the torn walkways, while the scent of distant rainwater lingers in the air. Maika sits by the cookfires, surrounded by clan members who wanted to meet her son. Ralu lingers behind her, blinking far too often to be normal as he looks down at them. Your usually stoic friend is clearly holding back tears, but you choose not to comment as you approach. 

You smile broadly and touch your fingers to your forehead in greeting when your turn arrives. “I have brought something for you.” You say, presenting the warm blanket you began weaving the moment Ralu had told you Maika was pregnant. They both looked immensely touched by the gesture. “For the cold nights.” You unnecessarily add, amused by Maika’s glossy eyes and trembling mouth as she takes note of the intricate patterns. 

“Thank you, tsmuktu.” Ralu says, his voice thick, and you snort as you hand him the blanket. He gives your shoulder a halfhearted shove, and Maika giggles. Her son’s ears twitch at the sound, and he blinks up at her with big blue eyes. 

“Would you like to hold him?” She asks, and you pause. The babe is small— about the size of a tsurak egg, and probably just as fragile. You don’t remember the last time you held a child of his size, more used to the anklebiters that tackle each other off the walkways to race to the ilu pens. Your ears fold against your skull, and you open your mouth to politely decline, but Ralu arranges your arms into a comfortable position and promptly sets his tiny son in your hold. 

“Oh.” You breathe, staring back at the eyes flicking over your face. “What is, um,” The child wraps his small hands around your toa guard, curiously thumbing the leather, “what’s his name?” 

“Entu.” Ralu replies, smiling broadly at your awkward stance. Entu smacks your chin, and Maika giggles behind her hand, the corners of her eyes crinkling in amusement. 

He’s adorable, you have to admit. Tiny, fragile, and adorable. It won’t be long before he’s also carelessly sprinting down the walkways with the other children. You watch little Entu, enraptured, as the boy swats at the beads woven into your braids. The Metkayina often wear shells and pieces of sea glass in their hair, along with intricate leather bands, but amber and wooden beads belong to the Omatikaya. They were a precious gift from Jake and Neytiri when you began courting. It seems Entu likes them, too. 

You draw your eyes away from the baby, feeling someone’s gaze weighing on you. You spot — speak of the vrrtep — Jake watching you from the walkway with a strangely intense look. His amber eyes dance between your protective hold on the child and your face. Neytiri joins his side, wrapping her arm around his, and her expression gains that same bizarre heat. She leans up on the tips of her toes to say something into Jake’s ear, and his tail lashes almost violently. You tilt your head at them, confused. You haven’t done anything to provoke such a reaction, you don’t think…

Maika giggles again while Ralu’s mouth spreads into a smirk. Your fellow warrior takes his son, who’d been in the middle of nibbling on the corner of your toa guard, from your arms and nods in the direction of the forest Na’vi. “Good luck, tsmuktu.” He says in a teasing tone. 

“With what?” You ask, your confusion growing. 

“Tuktirey is eight cycles already, yes?” Maika asks thoughtfully, ignoring your own questions, and shares another look with her mate. Ralu nods, stroking Entu’s striped back as the babe rests his cheek against his father’s collarbone.

You broad tail sways in exasperation, “What do you mean? What does Tuk have to do with this?” 

Ralu shrugs his shoulders, careful not to disturb his son, “I’m sure your mates can explain.” 

You sigh at them, barely able to hold back a hiss, and bid them goodbye. You hear them laugh while you leave and, for a moment, you wish you had five fingers to mimic the rude gesture Lo’ak often shoots the other Metkayina boys. Jake and Neytiri’s eyes are dark with an emotion you can’t place, and they both watch you intently as you cautiously approach. You easily tower over them, causing you to lean down to greet them. Jake sighs into your mouth when you kiss him, trailing calloused fingers over the muscles of your abdomen. Neytiri leans against your side, brushing her lips against your cheek while her own slim fingers circle your bicep. You shiver, and you feel your ears grow hot. 

“Hello.” You murmur quietly as you pull away. “Did you go see Maika’s child?” You ask in a failed attempt to seem casual. 

Neytiri smiles, a beautiful thing that lights up her expression. “Yes. He will be strong.” She says in reply, once again glancing at Jake while subtly feeling your arm. There it is again, that look. Good luck, Ralu wished you, but with what?

“Come.” Jake speaks up, grasping your hand in his. His slim tail curls in an interested arc behind him. 

You’re a willing follower as they lead you to their marui, now empty given that their sons and daughters were busy in the reefs and will not come home until eclipse. The scent of their growing arousal perfumes the air, and you find yourself relaxing. For a moment, you’d thought you’d done something to anger them. You find yourself pushed onto their pallet, barely managing to move your tail out of the way in time to avoid sitting on it. 

Jake strokes the stripes along your jaw almost absentmindedly, “Entu’s a cute baby, isn’t he?” He asks in a strangely pointed manner. 

You look between them, feeling uncharacteristically nervous under their hungry stares, “Yes… He’s cute. And small.” 

Your words strike something in Neytiri, with the way her posture straightens and her eyes trail to your hands again. “Mm, he looked very small in your hands.” Your ears twitch at the breathiness of her voice. 

“The kids are so big now, it feels like forever ago when they were that size.” He adds, sighing wistfully, and traces your bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. The weight of his finger draws it downward, exposing your sharp teeth to his searching eyes. “It won’t be long until they move out. Even Tuktuk is getting older.” 

“Tuktirey is eight cycles already.” 

Oh. 

Jake grins at the look of realization that dawns on your face. It’s a filthy, debauched thing that sets your body on fire and makes your tewng grow tight around your groin, but you doubt. “Do you,” Your lips brush against his thumb as you speak, “want that of me? Another? They won’t be like…” You trail off with a grimace. You are Metkayina, not Omatikaya. Any children you sire will look like your People. If you were to have one with Jake and Neytiri, they would be different, and it will be your fault. You can’t give them children with the slim limbs, darker skin and amber eyes that their sons and daughters have.

Neytiri kneels beside you, her expression softening, and cups your face. “They will look like you.” She says, her lips spreading into a warm smile. “And we will love them the same way we’ve loved our other children.” 

“Mhm.” Jake hums in agreement, smoothing a hand over your braided hair. “What do you say, yawntu? You wanna be a Sempu?” The question should be as arousing as it is, but your cock throbs at the notion. 

Neytiri kisses you first, slow and deep. Her hands cradle your face like you’re something precious, and her lips part for your tongue. You tilt your head to trace the sharp points of her teeth, humming at the sweet taste of fruit lingering on her own tongue. You stroke your hand down the curves of her slim body, undoing the strings of her tewng that wrap around the base of her tail. She sighs into your mouth, her chest pressing against yours as she arches her back when your fingers trail lower. 

You gently press against her folds, feeling her arousal wet your fingers. You only manage to slip the tip of a finger inside her when Neytiri pulls away. Her pupils are wide, nearly swallowing the pretty amber of her eyes, and she makes space between you. You stare at her in confusion, but she shakes her head with a soft chuckle. 

“We were thinking,” Jake begins, his voice thick with arousal at what he’d been watching, and leans down to mouth along the column of your throat, “this could be my turn. It would be my first, too.” 

“Oh,” Is all you manage, feeling like the air has been taken out of your lungs. The thought of Jake, swollen with your seed, has your tail thumping against the pallet. 

He tilts his head, his eyebrows lifting, “Is that a yes?” 

“Obviously.” You reply, finally organizing your thoughts, and grab onto his slim waist to pull him closer. He straightens and stands very still while you untie the stings of his tewng.

Glossy strings of slick cling to the cloth as you slip it down his thick thighs. You swallow the excess saliva that pools in your mouth, resisting the urge to simply bury your face between his legs and lap at his slit like a starved nantang. You will do that another time. Jake shivers as the air inside the marui brushes against his heated flesh, precum shining on the flushed tip of his cock. Your appreciative hum trails off into a purr as you press your nose against the soft pudge of his stomach, inhaling slowly to drown your senses in his scent. It envelops you like a warm, intoxicating blanket.

Jake exhales shakily, and Neytiri settles behind you. Her hands ghost over your back, along the waving stripes of sea green that hug your body, and undoes the laces of your toa guard to bare more of your skin. You take another deep breath against Jake’s soft skin, then move your head to catch the opalescent droplets dribbling down his cock. He gasps raggedly at the sudden touch of your tongue, and his hands go to your hair. You slip your hand between his legs, brushing your fingers against the wet, swollen lips of his pussy. 

His hips tilt into your touch, easily accepting your fingers as they breach him. He’s warm and soft inside, and your tewng sticks to the arousal dripping from you. Neytiri’s mouth presses against your shoulder, leaving kisses against your skin as she watches you thrust your fingers inside Jake. You slip a second finger into his cunt, curling and spreading them apart to stretch him for your cock. Neytiri tugs your tewng down, curling her fingers around your hard length to free it from its confines. She swipes her thumb over the tip, collecting the slick and precum for an easier glide as she strokes you. 

You moan quietly, your ears folding against your head at the sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine. Jake’s breathing quickens, his tail lashing behind him, and he grinds against your fingers. He brings his tswin around, presenting the tendrils of his kuru to Neytiri. They writhe in the air, wanting, and you reach back to grasp her own tswin. She watches you, her lips parted as she pants, and nods. You move your eyes to the kuru, watching them intertwine and form tsaheylu, and you feel the way Neytiri shudders against your back with a soft, whining exhale. 

Your eyes dance back and forth between them as you keep moving your fingers, watching their matching expressions when you add a third finger to press against the spot inside Jake that makes their tails shake. You aim for it, again and again until he flutters around your fingers and they climax. It’s always lovely, seeing them become one through the bond, managing to make them come for you at the same time. Your fingers are coated in slick when you take them out, and Jake’s pussy twitches and clenches around nothing. 

Silently, you hold your soaked fingers to Neytiri’s mouth. Her eyelids flutter as your fingers slip past her lips, spreading Jake’s slick over her tongue. They groan simultaneously as the sweet taste spreads over her tastebuds. Neytiri suckles at your fingers, laving her tongue over and between them to get them clean. You pull away and kiss her chastely when she’s done before you turn back to Jake, reaching out to place your hands on his hips. “Are you ready?” You ask quietly, your eyes flitting over his face as you look up at him for any sign of hesitation, but he just smiles back at you. 

“I am, but…” He murmurs, placing his hands on your shoulders to steady himself as he moves to straddle your lap. You grunt as the swollen head of your cock bumps against his dripping folds as they hover over you. 

“Are you?” Neytiri whispers, finishing Jake’s train of thought. 

You smile as well, surrounded by the two people you love the most, about to make something beautiful. “Yes.” 

She wraps her fingers around your cock, guiding it inside Jake as he lowers himself. You groan as your cock inches inside him, bit by bit, until it’s completely buried inside him. It’s a snug fit despite his earlier orgasm, and more slick dribbles from where you meet to soak the inside of your thighs. It’s not your first time together like this— far from it, actually, but somehow it feels like a first. 

So you act like it is, rocking gently inside him and kissing the glowing freckles that dot his face. Jake pushes down to meet your thrusts, his ears flat against his skull. You hear the quiet, wet sounds of Neytiri thrusting her fingers inside herself as she kisses and nibbles at your throat. The action muffles her sounds, while Jake cries out freely as he bounces on your cock. His own erection grinds against your stomach, smearing precum onto your skin. 

“You’re wonderful,” You pant, quickening your pace, “Both of you. Great Mother, I love you both.” 

Jake tips his chin with a whine, and you capture his mouth with yours. His blunt nails dig into your chest as he scrambles for support and greedily suckles on your tongue. Your grunt is muffled when Neytiri bites down on your shoulder, her fangs breaking through the skin. It feels so good. “Give it to me,” Jake nearly sobs, breaking away with a soft squelch as thin strings of saliva hang between you, “Please, please, please—”

“Give us a baby, yawntu.” Neytiri says hotly against your skin, lapping at the blood rolling down your skin and rutting harder onto her fingers. 

“I will,” You snarl through grit teeth, slamming up into Jake’s pussy, “I’m going to fuck you full of my seed and we’ll watch it take. Watch you swell with a baby, our baby.” 

Jake cries out, his eyes rolling, and cum spills onto your stomach while his cunt tightens around your cock like a vice. As slick gushes onto your pelvis, Neytiri takes it upon herself to grasp your tswin with shaking hands and connects your kuru to theirs. It’s a decision that’s taken in the heat of the moment, but one that’s been considered for far longer. You gasp, and it gets caught in your throat like a sob. For a moment, you’re lost in the feelings that crash into you like a wave against the shore. It’s Jake, and it’s Neytiri, and it’s you. You shudder as you come, your eyes screwing shut from the sting of overwhelmed tears, and your ears fold. You hear someone groan, maybe it’s Jake, maybe it’s Neytiri, or maybe it’s you— it’s all of you. 

You tighten your fingers around Jake’s hips until you feel the phantom sting on your own, the bruises that will blossom on his skin come morning. You feel the seemingly endless ropes of cum you spill inside his cunt, the fluttering of his walls around your cock, and the press of Neytiri’s fingers against the softest parts of her. You tuck your face into the crook of Jake’s neck, and his hand curls around your nape to keep you there as he rolls his hips with small whines and whimpers, milking every drop you’re more than willing to offer. 

Neytiri coos at you, her tail curling around your waist as she nuzzles against your back. You stay like that, all huddled together and breathing like a single being. It’s tsaheylu, you realize— or maybe they explain without speaking. It’s lovely, and it’s everything you’ve ever wanted. Well, almost everything.

Jake gasps softly when you maneuver him onto his back on the pallet, careful not to break the bond. His cock lays against his soiled belly, half hard, and you tug Neytiri closer. “Again?” You ask out loud, even though you don’t have to. 

“Yeah, that’s—” Jake’s eyes grow half lidded at the thoughts that run through your mind, “that’s perfect.” 

Neytiri moans breathily when you push her down onto his cock, and she grips on to Jake’s arms while her tail tightens its hold on your waist. You pull back, slipping out of Jake until the very tip remains inside him, then thrust back inside him. Slick and cum make a bubbly, frothy mess around the thick base of your cock, smearing onto the mess that’s already on your skin as you drill into Jake’s gushing pussy. You lift and drag Neytiri’s hips down in time with your own thrusts, your ears perking at their pleasured cries. It’s sloppy, it’s wet, it’s loud— it’s wonderful, and it’s perfect. 

Pandoras sex symbol.

Or at least that's what Jake Sully calls you in his head. You were perfect, everything about you was perfect. The way your brown skin faded into the dark forest blue, the stripes in your body covering your strong limbs from head to toe. You were so fascinating. In a way, you reminded him of Earth, the good parts of it at least. From your human features to the way you wore your camo lioncloth. But what got him the most was your height. You were taller than most, maybe the tallest out of the clan, standing at a confident 9ft with the prettiest tight curly hair that mostly stayed in braids, wooden beads always sporting them. Your eyes were a little smaller than the regular Navi, but they were still that pretty amber he grew to love.

And that voice. Good lord above. He couldnt even count on his 10 didgets how many times he had goosebumps from it. It was deeper than the average womens, and he loved it. Especially when you talked in his ear after you pushed him into the floor by his neck. That with the combination of your strong thighs straddling him between your body. "come on sully, do better." it was a gentle scold, your accent causing his sweaty body to spasm under your heavy body, this movement making you drive him more into the dirt, hot bodies pressing into each other. "you're killing me right now.." he grunts, his hips pulling back into the dirt in hopes to not meet yours. "not yet at least." You pulled back, handing coming back from his neck with a cocky grin. You always won these competitions. Being born and raised here, trained by the RDA soldiers and the local navi before they got sent away. You were born to overpower him, even if he's been on the planet for 15 years.

He could never win against you, not that he wanted to, always ending up below you was his favorite part of the day. Every time the two of you would split up to go home, he didn't waste time pulling his matted braids up in a ponytail and stripping from his straining cloth. Dropping to his knees on his bouncy mat bed to grab the base of his thick cock. Impatient movements, he brought his hand back up to spit in his hand and back down to gently fist his tip. Frantic pumps going up and down his length with a drawn-out groan, head falling back as his free hand ran over the burning flesh of his abs, thick pecs until it found its way up the blue collums of his neck, holding it tight, giving him the light headed feeling you gave him a few times a week.

"fuck..aah shit" he cursed lazily in his native langueage, eyes fighting to stay open as his wet hand grips and twists the dripping head of his dick. Your hand around his thoat, tight even if it was a playful fight, you were so rough with him, always saying he could handle it. Fuck ,I can handle it. He squeezes his throat tighter, the pressure causing him to bite his lip, muffling his whimper as his warm seed squirts onto his fist, dripping down his fingers until it reached his tensed thighs.

Slowly grinding into his hand, letting his high settle, his eyes flutter open and looked down at the mess he's made once he came to a stop. Oh god, she'd kill me.

_______

"Ma'ronal." You warmly greet your Tsahik with a sweet smile and a peck on the forehead as you and Tonowari enter the marui where the three of you resided in.

Ronal manages to hum an acknowledgement at their return before giving them a look that causes the pair to show off their bodies.

"Good, good.. no injuries." The female lifts her lips an inch up while inspecting the body of the two Na'vi. It was a relief to her and the two that they hadn't sustained an injury from the hunt.

You smirk and slyly sneak an arm around her waist, burying your face in her neck. The Tsahik felt a shiver shock her spine at the sudden intimacy from her mate, and as she was about to scold you for the abrupt touch, a gasp leaves her precious lips at the feeling of hands going underneath her top.

Tonowari sets his spear down and walks towards them. As he nears, he goes to the front of ronal and removes the knot holding up her loincloth before his large fingers find their way to her pussy. Some of them plays around with her clit while the other teases her entrance, only entering the tip of it as he relishes in his mate's euphoric sounds of pleasure.

"Sound so delicious, yawnetu.." You mutter against her skin, eyes filled with hearts as you guided her to lay on the woven mattress filled with soft materials that you had gathered from your short adventures in the forest.

"You look pretty, Ma'ronal." Tonowari kneels infront her, whispering. His face neared her folds, giving a lick that instinctively made her close her legs, only to have you hold her legs still, letting Tonowari eat her out like a starved man.

"So good.." Tonowari dazedly mutters, sucking and licking inside her, letting his tongue flick and thrust inside her. You groan at this, Tonowari's face covered in Ronal's sweet juices while the woman just moaned and whined with her back pressed against your chest, unable to do anything but let it happen as you held her down.

You were painfully throbbing inside your loincloth. You wanted nothing more than to have you and 'wari pleasure her at the same time, stimulating her as she gasps for air while her hands flail around to search for something to grip, beautiful hair spread out on the ground while the two of you toy with her with different speed and roughness. Unfortunately, a child was inside her..

Your gaze snaps towards Tonowari, who's body grew increasingly hotter with your gaze on him. Your eyes wandered on his body, trailing on the tattoos that your lovely wife gave him before your lips turn to a grin, amused at the sight of your mighty husband reduced to a mess only by eating ronal's pussy. He was grinding his hips down on the ground, creating a friction against his hard dick.

A glint in your eyes shone, before they go back at the loud cry of pleasure escaping Ronal as she released, her body tensing up before they releaxed against your hold.

"Yawnetu?" You whisper as you feel her go limp in your arms before you loved aside and gently set her on the mat. Your eyes snap towards Tonowari. He had already taken off his loincloth, dick hard and pressed up against his thigh.

"So needy, Tono?" You said with a teasing grin that turns even wider as you saw the look he had on his face. He was basically saying Fuck me with his eyes alone. Dear eywa..

"Come." You beckoned him over to your lap and he comes rushing. He was about to sit infront of you before your hands grabbed his waist and made him sit on your thighs.

"I'm too heavy-" Tonowari tries to voice out before silencing upon seeing your sharp look towards him.

"Sit. now. or i will let you sleep without release." You warned him and he nods, relaxing in your arms. He whined beautifully, back arching as you palmed his erection.

"Please no teasing, Ma'[Name].." He begs as he lays his head on your shoulder, his arms hugging your neck. You laughed silently, looking at his twitching member.

"I'll take my time with you, tiwayn.."

Translations:

“And… what do you call these in your world?”

You and Neteyam sat in a grassy field, his tall frame covering the sun from your eyes so you wouldn’t be frying in the pandora sun. His blue fingers carefully reached up to your face, his thumb rubbing against the edge of your mask before going over to your auburn colored locs, your hair dye well grown out and your roots dark.

He of course recognizes this hairstyle, his father having it and other Navi sporting it as well around the clan. But he wasn’t used to seeing the style on another species, especially on someone as breathtaking as his human spouse . You smiled softly at his question watching as his yellow eyes eyed your hair curiously, his thumb and pointer playing with the little curl on the bottom of your loc.

“What do you call these?” You challenged his question his eyes looking away from your hair to your pretty eyes. He smiled slightly, matching yours as he looked over your face. “We don’t have a name for our styles… we just…do.” You raised your brow at his wording, but you understood what he was putting down. “What was it before..?” He continued to speak, fingers raising up to trace the neat square parts on your scalp. You couldn’t help but to laugh at the feeling, jerking your head back and gripping his wrist. “It was curly, and big and fluffy… like uhh…”

You looked around, seeing how you’d compare your curly hair to. There wasn’t sheep on pandora, particularly nothing with hair or similar texture like yours. In the distance there was a plant, a pretty plant that had fluffy leaves- almost feather like as it formed into a neat dome- kinda like an Afro. “Like that plant over there…” you nodded your head over to the tree like plant. It wasn’t curly or coily- but you’re pretty sure he had an idea.

“Mom has a photo book back on base… maybe I can show you some pictures of me when I was little… to give you a better image.” You chuckled as he still looked over at the plant, imagining your pretty long locs turning into a fluff like ball on the top of your head.

He just nodded at the idea, needing to see the proof for it to make sense in his head. He’s only seen pin straight hair all of his life, maybe a wave or two when the Navi unbraid their hair, but it never held a curl, falling back straight as soon as they bathed or if it was extra humid. “Okay…” he says unsurely, yet there was still a smile on his face as he painted a picture in his head. His reaction made you smile, the both of you just looking at each other.

“Okay?” You repeated, your hand playing with the beading hanging from your wrist, a bracelet he made while courting you. It were times like these where you wished you could read his mind, to see what he was thinking as he looked into your eyes, the way his tail flickered and his ears twitched.

“Okay,” he said again, firmer this time, as if convincing himself more than you. His gaze softened, and the small flick of his tail settled into a gentle sway behind him. “I would like to see that,” he added, curiosity and something warmer sparking behind his golden eyes.

You bit back a grin, feeling your cheeks warm beneath the edge of your mask. “I’ll show you,” you promised. “Promise,” you echoed softly, running your thumb over the smooth beads of the bracelet on your wrist.

His eyes flicked down to your hand, watching you trace the small tokens of his affection, and for a moment, something unspoken passed between you. Something deeper than curiosity about hair or culture. It felt like he was seeing you—not just the human with the strange mask and stranger hair, but you. All the small pieces, all the roots and branches that made you who you were.

The air between you felt heavier, charged with the quiet tension that always seemed to linger when you two were alone. Not uncomfortable, never that—but full, brimming with the weight of things left unsaid. An innocent curiosity blossoming between teens of different species.

“You are always teaching me new things,” Neteyam murmured, his voice low, almost reverent. He ran his thumb over one of your locs again, more slowly this time, as though committing the texture and shape to memory. “About your world, about… you.”

You smiled, the kind of smile that reached your eyes and crinkled them at the corners. “And you’re a fast learner.”

His answering grin was wide and a little mischievous, and it made your heart skip in your chest. “Only because I have a good teacher.”

A breeze passed through the field, making the leaves of the plant you’d pointed to sway and tremble like a thousand tiny dancers. For a heartbeat, you imagined your old hair like that, wild and free before you’d started locking it. Neteyam must’ve imagined it too, because his eyes drifted toward the plant again, then back to you with renewed wonder.

“You would have been just as beautiful then,” he said, almost to himself.

The words caught you off guard, stealing the breath from your lungs. Your fingers froze on the bracelet, and you felt the soft hitch in your chest at his honesty.

“You think so?” you asked quietly, your voice almost timid in shyness.

He tilted his head, looking at you as if the answer was obvious. “I know so.”

And before you could stop yourself, before logic and reason and all the fears that came with loving someone not of your world could creep in, you leaned in—just slightly, just enough to feel the warmth of his breath against your skin.

Neteyam’s ears flicked forward, attentive, and his smile faded into something softer. His hand lingered at your cheek, a question unspoken in his touch.

“ Show me everything,” he whispered, a vow as much as a plea.

And in that moment, under the bright Pandora sun and the quiet witness of the swaying fields, you knew you would.