Shiyana keeps holding the torch. Her cudgel is getting itchy in her hand, though she does hope she won't have cause to swing it.
She'll shoot a sidelong look and keep her ears open back up the stairs every now and again to make sure their retreat path is not cut off (or they're being snuck up on).
She says a silent prayer to the Balance that the fights goes smoothly (and to their advantage) and won't attract more the attention of the ogres who (to her mind) are their intended foes and the "real" threat here.
Despite their role in the Balance (as per her convictions and teachings of the druidic order, surely, all things have) the elvin portion of her blood is pleased to destroy some orcs along the way.