[The dog does indeed stop, switching to a more appropriate paws-on-ground way of resting its chin and going back to an expectant wag in its tail. Even without this particular illusion, the look she's giving Bruno could only be described as puppy dog eyes.
When the hand is offered, the dog lifts its head and shifts forward. Instead of melting into nothingness like before, the illusion melts into Izabel, who tentatively, gently slides her fingers between those of Sticky Fingers before a bright, happy smile appears. She moves even closer, curling her fingers to give the Stand a squeeze, like reassuring herself that he was there and real, then she's closing her eyes and resting her cheek against him.]
[late night action]
When the hand is offered, the dog lifts its head and shifts forward. Instead of melting into nothingness like before, the illusion melts into Izabel, who tentatively, gently slides her fingers between those of Sticky Fingers before a bright, happy smile appears. She moves even closer, curling her fingers to give the Stand a squeeze, like reassuring herself that he was there and real, then she's closing her eyes and resting her cheek against him.]
Yeah. Yeah, like that.