Ian was alive. He'd returned his gaze to the creature as soon as his sneeze was done and aside from a glance away, it gave no indication of his impending doom. He eyeballed the creature again in his bow until finally the hippogriff bowed. Ian walked up to it and hesitantly reached out his hand, touching the feathers lightly. It wasn't so bad. Maybe he wouldn't be horribly mauled by an insulted flying horse-bird. He pet it a bit longer, just for each of them to get used to one another. He then told the hirdy he was going to get a brush and he went to acquire one.