He finds the salve quickly, most of the extras are stored either in the bathroom or in the laundry room, and he returns in time for the comment and to see Gauntlet settled down against the couch near enough where Alaric's hand could reach, like a subtle invitation for compromise.

Despite long limbs, Anders is fairly careful and well-practiced in folding his legs under him on either side of Alaric's feet. He scoops some of the salve into his hands, it's smell subtle but undeniably that of a deep forest after a rainfall. He works it across his hands, heats them and the salve with mana and then sets in working it into Alaric's left calf with slow and firm circles of dedicated attention. As it was pressed into Alaric's skin, the magic in it took, acting to both relax and sooth as much as the massage itself.