[oh...so it's to be a lizard-necklace, is it? she'll awkwardly accept, if that's what it is please to be. strangely warm, though...so she'll try to pull some of her hair out of the way so it won't stick to her neck that's getting toasted here. all while Guzma's ruminating on Poke-verns and such. she can only imagine, given her limited knowledge of dragon Pokemon, that it might look like some bright orange-colored variant of Minerva...

as for their fate, that just pulls a grimmer expression on her face -- one that she's apologetic to sense herself getting, at least, for how she shakes her head a bit, her eyes flickering down toward the Pokemon still gorging down below.]

I...wish I knew the full arc of their story, but...ultimately, they met the same fate as the rest of my world. They'll have been destroyed, as everything else was.