Situations like this made me wish that Tomas was still with us, out front scouting. But that worry passed when I heard that gentle rebuke, and I realized I was transferring my trust off of where it should be.
I found Quasimo in the same dilemma. He was still hesitant about ordering us forward, thinking it perhaps too soon.
I believed his recent dreams were robbing him of his confidence. I sent him to confer with Elijah, and took up the task of moving us on.
Elijah sent his new pupils to assist me, and together we had everyone up and over the next hill in short order.
From the summit Quasimo saw that the next stopping point was free.