Yondu is there, helping try to handle the older sali, and Wei Wuxian shifts his attention briefly to the younger. He ignores the small cuts and lacerations that made it to skin instead of hooking only cloth.

"The storm's responsible for bringing what's altering their minds, but isn't the direct cause. Has there been anything red falling?" Then he waves a hand, reaching to his side for rope. "Young Miss, I'm thinking we need to restrain this Uncle so we can bring him to... who is it, Enshala here? Can you bring us to Enshala?"

Tying up the older sali would be his plan while Yondu has his arms back, along with slapping a silencing talisman on his forehead: he has no idea if it'll work, with how energies are here, but applied directly to the man it might keep his voice from producing sound. Might. Otherwise, gags have always had a purpose, haven't they?