Barely

Daniel practically sprinted across the common area, slamming the door as soon as he got in the bathroom. He leaned against the door to catch his breath. His legs felt like jelly from nerves, and there was a new wetness between his legs that had nothing to do with his accident. Daniel turned the shower on, getting inside.

He hadn't wet the bed in years, with the exception of times he'd been too wasted to actually get up, which had only happened a couple times. He agonized over every detail of his previous evening without ever thinking of the spell pouch that currently sat on his nightstand. Making sure to scrub himself thoroughly, Daniel left the shower, wrapping a towel tightly around his body as he returned to his room to get dressed.