Deepwood Weald ᵃᶰᶰˑ úyë sérë indo-ninya símen

The youngest of the flock had slipped himself soundlessly among the outer edges of the gathered, uncertain of where he fit in amidst the others. And so where some came forth to deliver their answer, he remained s t e a d f a s t - wavering in his judgment on whether to follow or flee. He'd only just met the pale sylph but some unspoken enhancement had drawn his attention upon her during their initial meeting.

Should he stay? Go? Follow?

...

In the end he settled on joining the company of the fay and her fellowship, finally ridding himself of the loneliness that had plagued him for several moons.

assuming him & andy met behind the scenes