"Excellent." Erandur nodded to himself as he stood back up, his eyes moving between the pair of them. "I can make use of it, use it to help me channel my holy magics. I promise, no harm will come to it." The way the knight held it, Erandur could tell it meant a lot to him.
Lifting his right hand, he used a conjuration spell to make a set of white and gold robes appear on his body. "This set of clothing will boost my healing magics. These here soul gems are going to help absorb your darkness, and that one." He pointed to the Black Star. "Will take the brunt of it." Erandur took a small step forward as the soul gems began to float, taking positions around Artorias with the Black Star floating over his head.
"Now, this is going to hurt like a sum'bitch. Please, do not take this as an offensive action." His attention was turned Sif with that last remark. "I have no designs to harm your master, okay?" He was unsure if the wolf understood him, he hoped the smile on his face as he spoke was enough.
"Now, seeing as you're so tall, I'm going to need ya to either sit, or kneel down, please."