Sawtooth Spire unzureichend

she felt the doting brush of his muzzle against her ear and shut her eyes, allowing the upwelling of warm solace for only a moment, nearly leaning into the touch—a completely involuntary spasm of unconditional love—before she remembered herself and listed out of reach, wearing a troubled look. 
how easy was it to find the ostensibly lost? to be found, like religion, like a second wind, like a long-lost soulmate gone missing. thade was physically at a loose end, but she was inwardly disappeared, and she didn't even know how to begin repairing the rupture between her soul and herself.
it was a job only she could do, and she was so young. so young. perhaps she would grow old having never stitched the disconnect; a tapestry of erstwhile effervescence and self-assurance forevermore useful as a dustcloth. 
would his other daughters be well-adjusted? lovely and seamless and complete? ... children to be proud of? 
some words he spoke, she didn't understand. ever unable to "suffer" the loss of her infomania, mahler's moonmade child sought to pick the lock to his brain and its vault of knowledge. "was bedeudedt 'schnee'?" she quietly volunteered.

the proclamation of love, his sequent apology; it stirred up a dervish of confused feelings. her head was moored to the pier of her mother's divulgences and her heart couldn't even fathom quantifying the measure of love she felt for her papa, but she didn't know what the feeling meant. it had become so writhen inside her. was love an action or an emotion? could the action and the emotion coexist, or was it simply one or the other?
he was good at expressing his love, but he'd not been very good at demonstrating it in a long while. maybe that's what he was sorry for, but she couldn't consider it presently—nor find the exit to this endless maze. 
after some time she responded with a meek "okay," and walked with him in silence, until the tangy scent of flowers lipped at her nostrils as well. she closed her eyes and breathed in deeply, a smile seldom shown but for few fidgetting on her lips. it winged away with a deep-chested sigh.
casting an excited gaze over the grass for the swath of violets, she seemed to require some guidance in her wild-eyed search for their conquest.