Yes, TRY to save her.

You swing into the saddle of leadership with no time to spare and thrust a finger toward the ceiling. The swarm of large Lumoworms makes it difficult to pinpoint the angler. Judging by the steady climb of the slime strand, you only have one chance to free Beatrice before the fall alone could seriously injure her, or worse. Any longer than that, and she'd be nestled in the salacious clutches of the squirming monstrosities, **** to bear their clutch. "Rosaria, fire a bolt at the light directly above Beatrice!" you command, and she instinctively unslings her crossbow in a flourish. The marksman with a voluptuous center of balance pauses before looking to you.

"Which light?!" she cries in a panic as another lazy glob of slime splats onto the swaying bridge behind her. It tears the board from its place, leaving a small gap as the wood reels up into the azure darkness.

"There," you call, jabbing the finger once more, with conviction, "the only one that isn't thrashing about!" you add, and it seems to be enough. The twang of Rosaria's crossbow is followed by the rattling, wet squeal of a dying Lumoworm. A blonde blur descends from the dim light above, but her strong, slime-coated hand snatches the bridge's rope handle, buckling the rest of you. Rosaria, having been crouched on one knee, flails before falling back into the gap behind her. Helen catches her wrist, but now all of the women are dangling above the black chasm. You yourself remain on your feet, but in that moment two more strands of slime impact the bridge beside you, tugging at the old rope and wood. And then your fears become reality. All of the tension snaps the rope, and you watch helplessly as the four of you plummet into the awaiting darkness.

Damn. Your hope was to maintain an air of secrecy regarding your magical abilities, but it seems that fate was all too eager to shine light on your power, even now in this dark drop. With a wave of your hands and a murmured string of Abyssal words, you feel the rush of wind weaken as your descent slows substantially.

"W-What happened?" Rosaria calls out somewhere a short distance beneath you. As you suspected, they knew little of magic. Most folk who live out in the country, law-abiding citizen or bandit, experience little or no magic in their lifetimes. Oh how Grevakhnu would change that. And she would have you as her instrument. You can only hope that these women react positively to your arcane gifts.

"I have saved us. You may thank me later, but let us see ourselves to freedom first, mm?" you play it cool, and hope they don't ask too many questions. Despite the pitch black pit into which you now slowly fall, you can imagine the awe on Helen's face. Still... you had no idea where this pit would end... if it ever ended...