Being a Sentinel is hard. Everett's senses were overwhelmed.

He can hear his servants whispering to themselves from across his manor, their quiet footsteps as they complete their tasks, and the rustle of their clothing.

Everett could hear everything, and it was sickening. Even the sound of a pin dropping felt like someone was yelling in his ear.

“Everett?”

It was you, his Guide. He was absorbed in his senses. Everett didn’t even notice you coming into his room.